SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
"You can talk to anything if you just know the right words," the starchild protested. She kept watching the kitten and surreptitiously prodded her stomach until none of the bruised areas made her flinch anymore. Only then did she scoop the tiny creature up and press it to her face. It smelled of nothing in particular, only light and dust and maybe faintly of ozone, but its fur was warm and soft and she could always pretend.
Mainly though, it was just to hide the touch of color that began to creep up her face at Maeve's curious question.
"I sparred with that friend I mentioned. Sah," she murmured - it felt strange to say his name when he was not present. "I, eh... got a bit distracted, so he managed to land an elbow in my gut. But only after I headbutted him on the nose. Not... exactly on purpose, mind, but... yeah." Many reasons to be embarrassed there. Seren was feeling all of them congregate like heat in her face.
Maeve made it a lot easier to avert her eyes by circling around to sit behind her. Seren hummed with delight as slender fingers began to thread through her hair, and tried her very best to remain upright, rather than just melt into a puddle on the floor. It was nice to be fussed over like this. "What are you doing?" she wondered with quiet amusement, eyes half closed and clearly enjoying herself.
Mainly though, it was just to hide the touch of color that began to creep up her face at Maeve's curious question.
"I sparred with that friend I mentioned. Sah," she murmured - it felt strange to say his name when he was not present. "I, eh... got a bit distracted, so he managed to land an elbow in my gut. But only after I headbutted him on the nose. Not... exactly on purpose, mind, but... yeah." Many reasons to be embarrassed there. Seren was feeling all of them congregate like heat in her face.
Maeve made it a lot easier to avert her eyes by circling around to sit behind her. Seren hummed with delight as slender fingers began to thread through her hair, and tried her very best to remain upright, rather than just melt into a puddle on the floor. It was nice to be fussed over like this. "What are you doing?" she wondered with quiet amusement, eyes half closed and clearly enjoying herself.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
